[Tek]

What up? I heard that you got a little prob'

Wit the way that we roll and the heads we done robbed

Stickin and flickin the bangers, throw them out to ya neck

Another beat down inflicted by that nigga Tek

And for ya back, establish, yea I got a sharp dagger

And a left hook that'll cause ya jaw bone to shatter

Whose skilled enough to come test the weeded two

Titans from Bucktown, that'll burn through ya crew

I got a vibe from the cession in the back

When niggas is shaft on the ground puffin meth and kickin raps

Smif-N-Wessun comin wit nuff buds and skunk

Fake the funk and get found dead in the trunk



[Chorus 4X]

All heads realize, wrekonize

Real heads on the rise, wrekonize

You better wrekonize



[Steele]

Back again, make room for the boom

Puffin the lye, gettin high to a beat minus two

Choke my yak, is where I lives at and lotta rats (cooch and pain)

Is my brain so I don't sweat that

Instead I mack wit a Tek and a Dog, my man Ruckus and Rock

And yo Rippa what up doc?



[Tek]

The deals going down like this

Non affect the mouth, watch ya lips and my boots do a french kiss

Puttin an end to those who tend to get me aggravated

I'm tired of countin dues and addin up the years we waited

Be on the lookout for these mad blunts smokin

Keep ya girl away from me, cuz I won't hesitate to stroke it



[Chorus 4X]



[Steele]

I'm feelin the rush from the cannabis plant

But I can't lamp cuz niggas get me amped

Talkin this and that but my raps formats phat

And I slap cats that come miss the stand backs

Never could I ever agree on

Cuttin loose a lot of mic troops that I roll wit for eons

Be on ya tippy top or ya crisply crop

By them crooked cops